This is a song about "Won t let us parted"

Like fuck, let us live our youth

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

We pray while we prey on competition

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Sorry battle gone carl won.

Top ranked, number one my son

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Just let us leave your streets and you can take our weeds"

Shit that i already won

So the ones eye has freak don't run

When harker finally won

Me and my microphone could be one

Or let us all live in the dark

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded